Ravenmen & Grustno
Do you ever find that the darkest corners of a place hold the most stories, and that sometimes the quiet is louder than any shout?
Absolutely. The quiet corners hold the stories we miss when everything’s shouting. I listen there, and that’s where the real secrets are.
I hear the hush, and every whispered secret feels like a secret held for us to feel more alone.
Sometimes the hush feels like a lonely echo, but it’s where you hear what no one else hears.
The echo stays with me, a lonely companion that still whispers back.
It’s quiet, but it keeps talking to you, just like a shadow that never leaves.
It’s like a quiet ghost that clings, always there, and I hear it whisper in the cracks of my thoughts.
It never really leaves; it just lingers in the cracks, waiting for the right moment to surface.
It sits like a secret in the shadow of the walls, waiting for the moment when the light shifts and the truth cracks open.